I’m Really a Superstar

After a long while.

Ding dong ding dong ding dong.

The doorbell rang and was pressed four or five times in a row.

When the family members come back, if they don’t bring the key, they usually press the doorbell, which is more casual. Normal range. But the first time I visited someone's house, I pressed the doorbell four or five times in a row, no need to ask, Zhang Ye knew who was coming when he heard it. A very bad diva

"Come here," Zhang Ye shouted.

Ding Dong, walking slowly, the doorbell rang twice again.

Zhang Ye was gone, and went up and opened the door. Sure enough, there stood a "fully armed" young woman outside, who was Zhang Yuanqi.

"So slow?" She stepped forward.

Zhang Ye closed the door, "I have to let me come over."

She asked, "No one, right?"

"No one, don't worry." Zhang Ye said.

She put a zippered package in her hand on the ground, "The wine is in it, some red and some beer. You can choose what you want to drink."

Everything looks like this, Zhang Ye can only accompany him, "What are you drinking?"

"Red." She sat down on the living room sofa.

Zhang Ye bent over and opened the bag and took out the red wine. Then he found that there were clothes under the red wine. The red and white fabrics were stacked together, so he didn't see what the clothes were. "Why are you bringing so many things? Where have you been? On the phone, your agent can find you."

She leaned on the sofa a little tired, closed her eyes and sleeps.

"It's playing." Zhang Ye does have a bottle opener at home. It seems that his mother bought a small gift with a rice cooker a while ago, but he is not very skilled, and it took a long time to open the bottle and look for it. The cup poured a glass for both of them.

As soon as he finished pouring, Zhang Yuanqi picked it up and lifted it.

Zhang Ye helplessly touched his cup, "Drink less, drinking on an empty stomach in the morning hurts the stomach."

Before he finished speaking, Lao Zhang had already drunk it, then looked at his glass.

Zhang Ye didn't know anything, as long as he had a drink with her, he would drink Yu Jing.

Lao Zhang picked up the red wine bottle, first poured herself a half glass, and then poured it on Zhang Ye, "Come on." This red wine was 80% not cheap, and the two people's drinking method was obviously a mess.

Drink two glasses in a row.

Zhang Yuanqi's beautiful brows were only slightly loosened.

Zhang Ye smiled and said, "How many days have you been addicted to alcohol?"

"Two months," she said.

Zhang Ye said, "Hey, if you want to drink it, please come to me." Although she is annoying her, Zhang Ye would be very welcome if Lao Zhang really wants to come. In the past, every time the queen was absent from work, she always ran to her own home. Once she came to Zhang Ye, it was impossible for others to find her, because even Fang Weihong did not know that Zhang Ye and Zhang Yuanqi had such a deep friendship. Secondly, in this world, apart from Zhang Yuanqi's parents and relatives, it is estimated that Zhang Ye alone knew her bad temper. Every time it was on Zhang Ye's side, Lao Zhang would not wear any mask. What temper is what temper.

She raised her eyes and said, "You have to have time to drink with me. In the past two months, you have been tossing on the news."

Hearing this, Zhang Ye sneered, "Look at your words, how do I call tossing, I am serving the people, have you seen my new public service advertisement?

She said: "That's it."

Zhang Ye snorted and ignored her.

At this moment, Zhang Yuanqi took off his sunglasses and took off a very thin coat. Zhang Ye took a cold look and found that her clothes were a little wet. Today, Lao Zhang is wearing very ordinary clothes with her hair. It is the lowest-key ponytail, the upper body is a long-sleeved T-shirt, underneath are sports pants and a pair of white canvas shoes, but now there is a lot of mud on the shoes, and some positions of the shoulder sleeves of the clothes are also covered. When the rain gets wet, just walking outside like this, no one would think that this person would be the famous Zhang Yuanqi in the entertainment circle, very deceptive.

Zhang Ye said, "You didn't bring an umbrella?"

"What do you mean," she said.

"Aren't you wearing clothes? Otherwise, don't catch a cold if you change your suit." Zhang Ye said politely, "You can't take a shower."

Just listen to her: "Okay."

Zhang Ye blinked, "Are you really washing?"

She looked over, "Am I still doing a fake wash?"

"Hey, no." Zhang Yexin said that the buddy was just polite, "Then you can wash it, I will turn on the water heater for you, um, but our bathroom is a bit messy, you can make do."

She stood up, "You drink it yourself first."

"It's okay, I'm waiting for you." Zhang Ye also found the towel for her. "The towel is mine, but my mother washed it newly. It was useless for me to take a shower just now. It belongs to Yu Jing."

She said: "I have towels in my bag."

"Oh, that will do." Zhang Ye said.

At the end, Zhang Yuanqi sneezed, and after sniffing, he took her bag and went into the bathroom, touched and closed the door, there was no movement.

Zhang Ye was fine with the outhouse, so he chatted with her casually through the door, "No filming today?"

A female voice came from inside the door, "It's raining."

Zhang Ye said, "What movie are you making these days?"

"The Grand Master."

"Huh, martial arts type?"

"Martial arts."

"Hey, do you know martial arts?"

"There are martial arts instructors."

"What kind of effort?"

"Baguazhang, Xingyiquan, Taijiquan."

"Tai Chi?" Zhang Ye was stunned. "I heard that this national skill has been lost? Does anyone in your crew understand this?"

"When making a movie, do you think you really know Chinese martial arts?"

"Oh, that's the case, I said that among the living people in this world, it's impossible for anyone to know Taijiquan." The last sentence of Zhang Ye's voice was a little low, and he was probably talking to himself.

The female voice inside: "What did you say?"

Zhang Ye immediately said, "I didn't say anything."

There was the sound of slippers moving slightly in the bathroom, as well as some rustling noises. It is estimated that Lao Zhang has almost finished taking off his clothes. After a while, there was a splash of water.

Zhang Ye knew that he couldn't hear what he was saying now, so he went back to the living room and sat down. After waiting for about ten minutes, Lao Zhang was also able to wash quickly. It is estimated that it was just a shower of rain on his body, and then the bathroom door opened. The scent of heat and shampoo poured into the living room from inside.

"finished Wash?"

"Ok."

"The wine is poured on you."

"it is good."

Old Zhang did not go out of the toilet.

Zhang Ye went over and saw that Lao Zhang was actually wearing a bathrobe at the moment. It was a white style. It was obviously brought by her, not from Zhang Ye's house. Zhang Yuanqi was facing the mirror at this time. Touching things, a bottle of water-like toner, facial creams, and even skin care products and cosmetics in her bag. The equipment is so complete that Zhang Ye can't help but wonder if you are going to live in our house.

He has to ask, "When are you going back?"

Lao Zhang didn't look at him either, saying: "Noon or afternoon."

"That's fine. My parents get off work at 5 or 6 o'clock. You can leave before that." Zhang Ye reminded again: "By the way, Sister Zhang, will you not lose your hair?"

Zhang Yuanqi ignored him.

The relationship between Zhang Ye and Lao Zhang is not as unfamiliar as it used to be. They are more familiar and understand each other. They also have something to say and say, "My mother's hair is not as long as yours. If I look back, I will lose it. My parents saw it and thought I was bringing someone back." In the house I rented with Jiaomen, it didn't matter, because he lived alone, but here is his parents' house, so you have to pay more attention.

After putting on the skin care products, Lao Zhang didn't blow his hair, so he walked out with such a fragrant smell, sat on the sofa, raised the glass, and drank it himself.

Zhang Ye also drank with her.

"This wine is fine."

"improvise."

"Hey, drink slowly and wait for me to have a drink."

"Hurry up."

"Am I coming soon? You just drink in the morning."

The two had no serious words, but the atmosphere was surprisingly harmonious.

This has always been probably the state of Zhang Ye and the late generations. If you want to speak a common language, even though they are all people in the entertainment industry, because of their personalities, they really don't have a lot of common languages, and Lao Zhang is not a private one. Talkative people are still a bit rigid. They are far from being as open-minded as in front of people and on TV. Therefore, they are in their current state. They don't talk much, don't talk and laugh so much, and are not very speculative, but they are just like two The two types of people in the world are two types of people who never seem to have much intersection, but their friendship is not shallow.

They once slept in a bed when they were in the Express Hotel. Zhang Ye went to the Spring Festival Gala to help when Lao Zhang had an accident. When Zhang Ye had an accident, Lao Zhang also tried his best. He mobilized fans on Weibo to help Zhang Ye build a force for the police station. The person who caused great pressure to release, the Spring Festival Gala dressing room protected Zhang Ye from being discovered by other female stars who changed clothes, and also avoided reporters together, and jumped over the wall and the window together. The two of them have a lot of secrets that belong to them, which can never be told to outsiders. Only the other knows each other. This also creates a special relationship between them that is not like friends but better than friends. Something strange

Zhang Ye regards Lao Zhang as a friend.

Old Zhang was not very defensive against him.

No, I don’t know if she didn’t bring a change of clothes or something. She sat there wearing a bathrobe, her thighs were exposed a lot, and the neckline was also a deep cleavage groove. Because her hair was not blown, she wouldn’t even be able to wipe it with a towel. There is no water. From time to time there are drops of water falling from her hair, and falling on the bathrobe on the shoulders, or on the neck and chest, converging, and then converging, when they gather until the skin can't hang, The water droplets slid along the collarbone and neck into the cleavage-ditch, and disappeared. I don’t know if they fell into the bra and were absorbed by the fabric, or flowed directly down the cleavage-ditch to the stomach.

The rain outside is beautiful.

But compared to the people in the house, the scenery is better here.